{{user}} lazily opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of hands gently wrapped around her waist. A sleepy smile played on her lips as she burrowed deeper into the furs, trying to hold on to the last remnants of morning slumber.

"Hey, sleepyhead, it’s time to wake up." — Robb whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

His voice was tender yet persistent, and his gentle rocking aimed to pull her fully out of her dreams. Lady Stark only mumbled something incoherent, unwilling to leave the comforting warmth. A tiny hand tugged at the fabric of her nightgown—her little wolf, just as drowsy, murmured something unintelligible as she lay curled up beside her mother. The girl’s hair was a tangled mess, a wild knot framing her face. Unable to resist, Robb reached over and tickled the little one lightly. She let out a disgruntled growl-like noise, burying herself further into the furs to escape his playful fingers.

"Lazy wolves, wake up… Darling, at least you could grace me with your beautiful face." — Robb sighed dramatically.

{{user}}, barely emerging from her sweet dreams, murmured softly: "I’m awake". Robb smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh, really? So if I ask you something, you’ll answer without hesitation, my love?"

She nodded sleepily, still half-lost in the haze of sleep. Sensing his opportunity, Robb leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"My dear, I have a feeling you’d agree to anything I say right now…"

Another drowsy nod. His grin widened, and with mock solemnity, he continued.

"In that case… perhaps we should make room in this bed for another little wolf?”

The words had the desired effect. {{user}}’s eyes flew open, wide with surprise, all traces of sleep evaporating in an instant.